My Scrap Book
In the scrap book of the heart there are special memories galore...
And after all, isn't that what a scrap book is for?
There are times and dates and memories of things we've done...
Some good, some bad but many where we had ton's of fun.
We each have a scrap book we'll carry until we die...
And with many of our memories we just pause and sigh.
My scrap book is full and it grows each day..
But you know, it's more fun that way.
I am going to keep on filing until I die..
Because it's fun; that's why.
TK<><
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